Thus Captain Bessus, thus; thus twing your nose, thus kick,
  thus tread you.

Bes.

  I do beseech you yield your cause Sir quickly.

Lyg.

  Indeed I should have told that first.

Bes.

  I take it so.

1 Sword.

  Captain, he should indeed, he is mistaken.

Lyg.

Sir, you shall have it quickly, and more beating, you have stoln away a Lady, Captain coward, and such an one.

  beats him.

Bes.

  Hold, I beseech you, hold Sir, I never yet stole any living thing
  that had a tooth about it.

Lyg.

  I know you dare lie.

Bes.

  With none but Summer Whores upon my life Sir, my means and
  manners never could attempt above a hedge or hay-cock.

Lyg.

  Sirra, that quits not me, where is this Lady? do that you do not
  use to do; tell truth, or by my hand, I’le beat your Captains
  brains out, wash’em, and put ’em in again, that will I.

Bes.

There was a Lady Sir, I must confess, once in my charge:  the Prince Tigranes gave her to my guard for her safety, how I us’d her, she may her self report, she’s with the Prince now:  I did but wait upon her like a groom, which she will testife I am sure:  if not, my brains are at your service when you please Sir, and glad I have ’em for you.

 Lyg.

  This is most likely, Sir, I ask you pardon, and am sorry I was so
  intemperate.

Bes.

  Well I can ask no more, you will think it strange not to have me
  beat you at first sight.

Lyg.

  Indeed I would, but I know your goodness can forget twenty
  beatings, you must forgive me.

Bes.

Yes there’s my hand, go where you will, I shall think you a
valiant fellow for all this.

Lyg.

My da[u]ghter is a Whore, I feel it now too sensible; yet I will
see her, discharge my self from being father to her, and then
back to my Country, and there die, farwell Captain.

[Exit Lygo.

Bes.

Farwell Sir, farwell, commend me to the gentlewoman I pray.

1 Sword.

How now Captain? bear up man.

Bes.

  Gentlemen o’th’sword, your hands once more; I have been kickt
  agen, but the foolish fellow is penitent, has askt me Mercy, and
  my honour’s safe.

2 Sword.

  We knew that, or the foolish fellow had better have kickt his
  grandsir.

Bes.

  Confirm, confirm I pray.

1 Sword.

There be our hands agen, now let him come and say he was not
sorry, and he sleeps for it.